Last ferry leaving

I used to laugh at the Holy Hooverers

Those for whom God is an

Escape pod

From this sinful slough we live in

Called Earth.

But why would you ever want to leave the light

Through spring leaves;

The translucent skin that barely contains

What babies will be;

The gentle rain falling,

Falling?

But days like today will force a revelation;

I could do with a distant angel trump

If he will have me,

I am rapture-ready

I would wait

By some crystaled sea

For the last ferry

Leaving